Downtown between Washington and Tremont Streets, are some of the most interesting and great shops. Two of them are particularly archaic by today's standards: Bromfield Pen and Windsor Button. I stopped into Bromfield Pen Shop to buy a new jar of ink, and this is where I wax nostalgic, telling you that letter writing is a dying art, blah blah blah. I write at least two letters or cards per week, generally as thank you notes or as letters to relatives and friends, partially from liking letter writing and partly because Mrs. continues to buy tasteful stationary in abundance. If you think that I am self-absorbed when it comes to blogging, Good Lord, you should hear the self-obsessed tone of my pompous letters to friends and relatives... talk about a jackass.
Still more inks.
Fancy French ink. Ooooo (la la).
This is the one I bought. the cheap bottle of Sheaffer ink was the only sensibly shaped bottle with a profile alluding to an old ink well. If you have ever spilled a bottle of this stuff, this shape will be very appealing to you.
Tray after tray of fountain pens. What good is having a nice (or expensive) fountain pen if you never write anybody letters or cards? So what if your penmanship isn't steady?
If I'm sounding full of myself, it's because clearly I am. I keep a blog of my opinions and clothing... what more evidence do you need to prove that I am full of myself?
Massive bins of buttons that you can buy singly or by the pound. The majority of their stock is actually well-organized.
Blazer missing a button? It's safe to say that they will have an excellent replacement.